"to-morrow they'll shoot--with great circumstance and fuss--a few native
woodcock--there's no flight yet from the north!--a few grouse, fewer
snipe, a stray duck or two. Others will drive motor cars over bad roads;
others will ride, sail, golf--anything to kill the eternal enemy."

"And you?"

"Je n'en sais rien, monsieur."

"Mais je voudrais savoir."

"Pourquoi?"

"To lay a true course by the stars"; he looked at her blue eyes and she
laughed easily under the laughing flattery.

"You must seek another compass--to-morrow," she said. Then it occurred to
her that nobody could guess her decision in regard to Quarrier; and she
partly raised her eyes, looking at him, indolent speculation under the
white lids.

She liked him already; in fact she had liked few men as well on such
brief acquaintance.

"You know the majority of the people here, or coming, don't you?" she
inquired.

"Who are they?"

She began: "The Leroy Mortimers?"